


Prom Committee

by ultraviolet



Category: Shingeki no Kyojin | Attack on Titan
Genre: Alternate Universe - High School, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M, Multi, Other, Prom, Teen Years
Language: English
Status: In-Progress
Published: 2014-01-15
Updated: 2014-01-24
Packaged: 2018-01-08 21:18:18
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Chapters: 3
Words: 4,757
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/1137499
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/ultraviolet/pseuds/ultraviolet
Summary: <blockquote class="userstuff">
              <p>When an unlikely group of students are selected to be in the Trost High's Prom Committee things don't turn out as planned...well they kinda do I guess. I mean it's high school. Things usually work out but usually in unconventional ways.</p>
            </blockquote>





	1. Chapter 1

**Author's Note:**

> hella first fan fic.
> 
> trust me there is plot.
> 
> I just wanted to test the waters with this fic and i've been meaning to write it for a while so *poof* i did. I'll see how it turns out after six chapters before I decide to scrap it so ya. Also i'm still exploring with POV's format, and style so there will be changes here and there. Oh, and make sure to check out the "Song of The Chapter" in the end notes.

_MINA POV_

It doesn’t feel like senior year, I mean my calendar tells me it’s September seventh, there are the typical “School tomorrow, kill me now” posts on facebook and twitter, the one tree in my front yard has an orange leaf, but it still doesn’t feel like senior year. It’s still 7:00 am so I have time to dick around and decide what to wear for school.

_*beep* *beep*_  
  
“And the first text message of the school year is….Wagner. Why am I not surprised.”

Thomas Wagner and I go waaayy back. We have been neighbours for most of our lives. When my parents first moved here, mom was pregnant with me and Mrs. Wagner with Thomas. Our moms really hit it off. They even went to those pregnant pilates classes together. But unlike our mothers Thomas and I didn’t really see eye to eye up until grade seven, I guess its because we never talked. The first time I actually had a proper conversation with Thomas was the summer of grade seven, he was pretty bummed out that Hannah broke up with him to date Franz. I offered him to chill at my place and ate Cheetos and watched re runs of FRIENDS. We kept talking over the summer and we’re pretty close now. I just wish I had known him…like REALLY known him sooner because I can’t imagine my life without him.  
  
“Armin is gunna have my dick on a plate. I forgot to write the student address speech today and I have to be at school by 8 for the senior ceremony address”  
  
I got out of bed and opened the window  
  
“Ok. First off, Thomas, what the fuck? We literally live eight seconds away from each other, there is no need for you to text me. Secondly, do you know who Armin Arlert is? He’s probably one of the biggest pushovers ever. Besides, he and Annie broke up like two days ago so he’s probably sulking at home.”  
  
“Wait what? Hold up he just texted me…. Man, fuck him and his eyebrows. He just texted me that he’s not gunna show up for the ceremony and as the vice president I have to read his speech. They broke up?”  
  
“Come over, and I’ll help you out with your speech and explain what happened”  
  
Thomas climbed down his window and proceeded to make is way up mine.  
  
“Or you can totally climb into my bedroom, no biggie.”

Clearly, Thomas didn’t pick up the sarcasm in my voice.

“My, my Ms. Carolina I see you outgrew the pigtails this year and, OH! Added a touch of color to your hair.”

Over the break, Sasha and I decided to be spontaneous and get matching piercings and new hairstyles. Sadly, Sasha’s piercing got infected, but on the bright side she finally outgrew the ponytail and I the pigtails. Sasha had been growing out last year so dread it and, I was really shocked at how well she can pull it off.  As for me I decided to dip dye my hair green and get a side undercut.

“Why thank you Thomas, I see the sideburns are still going strong.”

If there was anything I wanted to change about Thomas the most it would be those god damn sideburns of his.

“From the womb till the tomb my friend, the side burns never die. Ok, so what’s the deal with Armin and Annie? They’ve been together since the ninth grade. I kinda liked how awkwardly cute they were ya know?”

Thomas had a point. Annie and Armin were so awkward together it hurt sometimes, but you could have over looked that because Armin really did love her. He still does. It’s just that Annie never seemed the type to give Armin her all, and I don’t blame her. Letting in someone completely is probably one of the scariest things ever. I’ve known Thomas for sixteen years now, and I still don’t feel secure with trusting Thomas with everything, and what’s great is that it goes both ways. But Armin, oh man. Annie was his universe, and it all came crashing down on Saturday.

“It was at Connie’s party surprisingly. Sasha and I came right after it all went down. But from what Connie told me it was pretty bad. Annie came to the party with Bertholdt Hoover, you know the really tall sweaty one. Anyways, they were getting really hot and heavy and all of a sudden Eren Jaeger comes outta fucking nowhere-“

“Jaeger? Wait he’s not in juvi anymore?”

“I don’t even know man, that’s beside the point. So Eren starts yelling at Annie calling her a two timing bitch, and then Bertholdt steps in, and oh god, Eren got his ass whooped. From what I heard Eren got in a few good punches and put up a good fight and then it got worse cause guess who was at the party.”

“Armin? Armin Arlert at a party? Armin Arlert going outside?”

“Yeah, and he had been drinking a lot. He began cussing out Annie, said some pretty hurtful things and broke up with her in front of everyone. I remember when I arrived there was blood on the floor and Armin was on the stairwell balling his eyes out. Sasha drove him home, and I went with Mikasa to drive Eren to the hospital.”

It took a while for Thomas to process what just happened. Hell, I couldn’t believe what happened myself.

“Woah...I’m guessing something between them happened before the party cause Armin doesn’t seem the type to bring personal drama around with him. Thanks for catching me up” “Yeah no problem, so its 7:30 and I don’t think you’re gunna finish your speech. So do you wanna just catch up some more?”

Thomas and I spent the next hour sitting on bean bags catching up on each other’s summers. He was up at Muskoka for most of the break so we didn’t get to see each other much. We talked about what universities we wanted to go to, what classes we had, and what clubs we would join. Thomas went back home to get dressed and came back to my place for breakfast, and Sasha greeted us outside with her lime green hippie van.

“Nice tan Wagner! Although I’m not feeling the Birkenstocks”

Sasha wore a lavender bustier and a long black maxi skirt, a few rings and bracelets and a crystal necklace I had gotten her for her birthday. Sometimes I secretly hated Sasha for how pretty she was, but once upon a time she wasn’t the social butterfly she was today. I met her in Ms. Rals math class in grade nine, she never really spoke much and had a mouth full of braces. We both sat in the back and bonded over the fact that we were failing and we hit it off ever since. Something happened in grade ten cause she became the vice president of the drama council and really burst out of her cocoon. Maybe it’s cause she got her braces off and grew some tits, I don’t know. I’m just happy that’s she’s happy. 

“Unlike you Sasha, I’m pretty basic when it comes to my clothing. Besides they’re comfortable. And I’m gunna be up on my feet a lot today and I have to deliver that stupid- hold up, someone’s calling.”

Thomas made his way into the van and Sasha and I say down on the porch, apparently something else happened at the party. Between Sasha and Connie. It wasn’t any of my business but Sasha has never had a boyfriend let alone her first kiss and Connie is a good guy… I mean if you can overlook the fact that he’s a drug dealer and all, but he’s been around and I didn’t want Sasha to be another girl that Connie hooked up with, she deserves more than that.

“So what happened after I left with Mikasa and Eren? I heard that you came back to the party after dropping off Armin”

I actually felt bad for assuming that Sasha did hook up with Connie, but I had to know.

“Eh not much, Connie and I just began doing some damage control and started cleaning up. It was nice because Connie and I have been texting each other since May, but we’ve never really talked in real life and uhhh, he asked me out on a date. I have a feeling that people are talking seeing as though we really did hit it off at the party, but eh. I’m over it. It’s senior year and it’s not like these things matter anymore.”

Sasha had a good point. News like this only lasts for a few days and that’s it. Everyone is pretty much pre occupied with school and getting into university.

“THANK YOU ARMIN I FUCKING LOVE YOU AND YOU EYEBROWS! Guess who’s not doing the senior address speech for the opening ceremony?! This guy. Turns out that Armin decided to show up and has even written up a speech for me. Bless his bowl cut heart, no matter how dorky it may be.”

“Poor guy.” Sasha said.

“He had his heartbroken in front of everyone and then some. I really hope he makes it through.”

I really hope Armin does pull through, I hope Annie is okay, I hope that Connie treats Sasha right, and I hope that things go well this year because it’s starting to hit that it’s senior year, and that’s not good because once things begin to hit they just become that much realer. 


	2. Chapter 2

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> lol grammar is not a thing in this chapter (or this fic). I needed to finish this chapter before my exams begin, which is pretty soon. Anyway, thank you for those who have read (and even liked) chapter one. I'm so happy people are actually reading this and it makes my day that much brighter :)

“As we embark on a new journey this year, we extend our hands forward to new opportunities and – “  
  
So far Armin was doing well up there. I mean no one really pays attention to the opening ceremony let alone the senior address speech, but from the whispers around me it looked like they did. I sat beside Connie and Sasha who were talking and giggling the whole time so I decided to listen in on the some of the conversations around me.  
  
 _“I’m surprised you actually showed up to the ceremony this year, Eren. Hell, I’m actually surprised you showed up”  
_  
Mikasa Ackerman. Eren’s step sister, or adopter sister, or was it foster, I dunno. All I know is that Mikasa’s parents aren’t around. I’m not really sure if they’re dead, but it’s not in my place to ask around, I don’t really know her that well so I don’t really need to know her business. All I know is that she, Eren, and Armin met in grade school and they run in a pack. She’s in my good books and I digged her sense of style, even though it’s kinda basic now that I think about it. She had a white slouchy tee with an olive cardigan and leggings and her signature red circle scarf which Eren knitted for her for secret santa in grade nine. I know, Eren knitting.   
_  
“Well to be honest I really didn’t want to but I might as well be a good friend and support Armin and shit. Hey, can you tap Connie for me?”_  
  
Eren Jaeger. One of Trost’s Highs finest really. Six suspensions, ten fights (two of them being verbal), and one vandalism on Mr. Rivaille’s car, and that’s only in school.  I mean he’s kinda hot in a hobo caveman way. He has some facial scruff and was usually seen wearing a lot of stripped shirts and a denim jackets. But today he just wore a white v neck and jeans. Regardless he still looks hot in anything.   
  
_“Can I bum a smoke off you?”_   
  
_“No, but you can pay me for the window you broke.”_  
  
Connie Springer. Connie was….well he was Connie. I can’t begin to describe Connie because no words can do him justice. Despite him dealing drugs he actually has one of top marks in Trost, I’ll just leave it at that.

  
_“Dude common you know that wasn’t my fault…well it kinda was. But Bertholdt pushed me into it, so don’t ride my dick about it.”  
  
“Is that way he’s been staring at this general direction for the past 45 minutes?”_  
  
Marco Bott. Gay and a life ruiner. Everything you would ever want in a guy is embodied within Marco Bott. He is honestly one of the sweetest guys I’ve ever met in my life and I hardly know the guy. His parents are both graphic designers and I don’t know if the whole genetic talent thing is real, but oh man can Marco draw. We had grade ten art together and needless to say he made everyone feel like shit in that class because of how good he was. But it was all good cause Marco helped everyone in that class and actually gave some useful critique.   
  
_“Well, you can thank Eren for that”_

Jean Kirschtein. He came to Trost high two years ago. He moved here from Sina so he’s loaded. I thought that we wouldn’t really make a lot of friends being the new kid and all, but he really hit it off with a few people, Marco being one of them. They’re on the tennis team together and at one point had the same classes for the whole year so they spend a lot of time together. I always thought that Jean had a thing with Marco on the down low, but he’s had his fair share of girlfriends over the two years he’s been at Trost, so I doubt it.   
  
_“Shut the fuck up Jean no one was asking you.”_

And I guess he had heard me snicker because he turned around and began scanning the room until his eyes locked on to mine.   
  
“Mina Carolina right? I’ve seen you around the halls and stuff but I’ve never really spoken to you, well…If you count when you drove me to the hospital but I don’t think you would. I’m Eren Jaeger.”  
  
“I already know who you are, Eren.”  
  
“But I don’t know who you are… _yet_.“  
  
He then gave a half smirk and turned around. I don’t know what just happened, but I 74% sure that he just flirted with me.  
  
“What was that?” whispered Sasha?  
  
“What was what?”  
  
“That. You and Eren just now? I mean it’s Eren Jaeger. The guy who set a kitchen fire in family studies in grade nine on purpose for shits and giggles.”  
  
“I don’t have a thing for Eren. We were just talking, besides you’re with Connie so you shouldn’t be talking. I don’t really wanna get into anything this year so I’ll just do what I did for the past three years, lay low.”  
  
Looking back on it now I kinda regretted laying low. I never really went out much up until this summer. I never really texted anyone other than Sasha and rarely Connie.   
  
  
“- And on behalf of the student council Thomas and I thank you for your time and cooperation Trost. Students may now proceed to their first period class following the day one timetable.”  
  
“Jesus Christ I thought he would never shut up.”   
  
I don’t know if it’s because she always leeches on to Reiner despite being with Marlow, or her really bitchy personality, I did not like Hitch. And though there was a general agreement that no one really likes Hitch, I was never vocal about it. Until now.   
  
“I would say the same for you, Hitch.” Where the hell did that come from?   
  
“Yep, you’re totally laying low Mina” Sasha said.  
  
“I’m sorry, did you say something Mina?”   
  
“Are they about to fight, Sasha?” Connie whispered.

  
“Did I stutter? I said I would say the same for you.” Ok. Seriously where is this coming from?

“Affirmative.” Sasha whispered back.

  
Just before Hitch was about to either cuss me out, slap me, or do both, Annie got up and told Hitch to cut it out.  
  
“You better watch your fucking back Mina”   
  
I was probably about to make a really lame come back when Eren turned around and shot back.  
  
“And maybe you should stop spending so much time on yours, or does Marlow already know what you do on your spare time? Or should I say who?”

Hitch had nothing left to say and neither did we, except Mikasa who was laughing her ass off throughout the whole ordeal, and I’m pretty sure I heard a few _“ohhs”_ from the back row and even a _“holy shhhhhhhhit”_ from Marco. Either way Eren’s comment got Hitch to back off and walk away with Annie, Berthodlt was still looking at our direction three rows down but at this point none of us were phased by Berthodts creepy ass glare.   
  
“You’re welcome.”   
  
“Except I didn’t need your help. Look, as much as I dislike Hitch you didn’t need to put her on blast in front of everyone like that.”  
  
“Oh common, everybody but Marlow knows that she’s been sleeping around it’s not exactly breaking news. Do you want me to apologize for defending you?”   
  
“Let me re iterate. I didn’t need you to defend me. I’m gunna be late for first period, I’ll catch you around.”  
  
I had first period English in portable three with Mr. Zacharius. He’s a perfect mix of chill, strict and knew how to keep his class in check, so I looked forward to English.  
  
I walked into class and took a good look around. Connie, Armin, and Thomas were all sitting at the back. English would have been even better if Sasha was in this class but has Art first period with Marco and that ass of a teacher Mr. Rivaille.   
  
“Okay Class I’m your teacher Mr. Zacharius. So there are a few empty seats so I’m assuming those are late comers. Alright let’s get started on attendance. Armin!”  
  
“Here.”

  
“Oh god not again….. Connie.”  
  
“AYYYYY WHATS GOOD MR. Z?! Four years in your English class now eh? It’s like we’re practically married sir!”

  
“No it’s not Connie. And this year you’re sitting at the front of the class. Mikasa. Mikasa Ackerman? No Mikasa in the casa, okay. How about Thomas? Thomas Wagner?”  
  
“Mornin’ sir.”  
  
“Morning to you too, Thomas. Eren. Eren Jaeger? No Eren. Ok then.”

“Great.” I muttered.

  
“Well, at least Armin has some people to look forward to in English class.” replied Connie.   
  
“Annie. Annie Leonhardt?”   
  
“Never mind.”  
  
“I think the probability of me having a decent school year has just shrunk even more.” Armin said apathetically.   
  
“Don’t worry, Armin!” Thomas exclaimed.   
  
I don’t know where Thomas got the idea that he’ good at consoling people cause he’s really shit at it. He tells people what they want to hear and basically repeats things from his mother’s self-help books (Thomas’s got her those books when his mom was going through a midlife crisis, she traded out their Lexus for a motor cycle and I think that’s when she needed to stop whatever she was doing. I liked the motor cycle personally). But it’s nice to hear what you want to hear, so maybe he was good at it.  
  
“Just keep your chin up and positivity.”  
  
“I’m sorry what? Was it because my chin was too low that I witnessed my ex-girlfriend grinding on another guy and got my heartbroken in front of everyone? Thank you, Thomas. Next time I’ll start keeping my chin so up I’ll be looking up at the sky, so that way if life decides to shit on me I can see it coming.”   
  
“No problem, Armin. Remember I’m here for you bud”  
  
The fact that Thomas did not pick up on Armin’s sarcasm let alone any sarcasm just made it that much worse.  
  
“Alright class, I was supposed to hand out the course outline and play a shitty icebreaker game that won’t help you whatsoever because you will probably never see these people again, so instead I’ll give you the answers to tomorrows pop quiz. Unlike some of the teachers in this school I actually care if you skip class. Especially when it’s _my_ class. So for those of you here congrats, you’ve practically passed tomorrows quiz. And for those who aren’t. Well, tomorrow should be interesting.”   
  
And I had a feeling it would be. 

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> Song of The Chapter: The Mall and Misery- Broken Bells


	3. Chapter 3

**Summary for the Chapter:**

> SASHA POV

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> ANDDD THE PLOT SLIGHTLY THICKENS. ALSO I'M DONE MY EXAMS SOO WOOOO. ALSO DOUBLE WOO FOR SASHA POV

He had written his name on the board and right under it his first name “Levi”. I wonder what “Levi” was like before he became Mr. Rivialle. Did he join any sports teams? Was he kept to himself? What about his first kiss, girlfriend, sexual encounter? I wonder what he was like when he was my age. Would we have been friends had I known him in another life? I sometimes forget that teachers are people too and that they have personal lives and that they are people too.  
  
“Alright, everyone get into a single file line and write your names down on the board.”  
  
One by one everyone had written their names and soon enough the chalkboard had been filled up. “Marco” , “Franz”, and a few others, were the names I came to recognize over the past four years, but I can’t say the same to the others. I sat back down in my seat and just when I was about to settle in, someone in a pair of brown pants and a denim short sleeve tribal print shirt approached me. I really didn’t need to look up to know who it was, the freckles on his arms said enough.  
  
“Hey, uhm there aren’t that many people I really know like know know in this class besides you. May I sit beside you?” Marco asked sheepishly.  
  
“Aww you’re actually the cutest, yeah sure! Go for it! I’m actually shocked to see you here, I thought you took art second semester?  
  
“Well that was the plan. I was supposed to have French first period and Art second semester first period, but because the second semester class was waaayyy too small they moved everyone to first semester. Which is why Mr. Rivialle is the teachers this year, and the shortage of desk space. It’s a shame though, I really wanted to take French for all four years.”  
  
“Well you’re here now and I’m glad you are, how was your summer?”  
  
Just when Marco was about to speak Mr. Rivialle began circling names and paring them with others.  
  
“First assignment of the year, personality portraits. You are to create a portrait of your partner simply based on their hand writing or from what you’ve heard about them. You may use any kind of medium you wish and it is due in two weeks, you may not speak to you partner in those two weeks or find more about them. Just go by what you know or what you assume.”  
  
Marco had been paired up with Hannah, Ymir with Historia (or Krista for short) , Franz with Ian, and me with, of course, Mr. Rivialle.  
  
“What if I draw him as a French poodle? Do you think he will be mad?” I whispered to Marco  
  
“Make sure it’s a tea cup poodle.” Marco whispered back  
  
We both began to giggle loudly and Mr. Rivialle took notice.  
  
“So what’s so funny that you have to disrupt my class?”  
  
“Uhm, nothing sir. Sasha and I just took in the fact that you two were paired together, that’s all”  
  
“Why yes it looks that way. And from what I’m observing from Sasha it looks like my portrait of her will look like a disappointment and a sad excuse of a forever 21 mannequin.”  
  
I wish I would have said something back, but I was too stunned to say anything. He was a teacher and I was a student. What power did I have?  
  
“Okay, that was really uncalled for sir.” Marco shot back.  
  
“No I’ll tell you what it. Speaking out of turn, shut up and listen.”  
  
Needless to say, art wasn’t fun.  
  
Nothing else really mattered after Art, I guess I was too bummed out from what Mr. Rivialle said. Marco had offered we go to the Menchies down the street after school, but I had already had plans with Connie, Mina and Thomas. Just as well, I knew Marco had work and he was probably going to hang out with Jean later, so I didn’t want him to cancel his plans for me. The bell had finally rang and I really needed to pee in the worst kind of way. I made my way to the girls bathroom had noticed a hot pink sheet posted on the bulletin board.  
  
TROST HIGH PROM COMMITTEE SIGN UP LIST……  
  
there were two names already printed on the list. Armin and Thomas, that was obvious. The president and vice president were always chosen to be in the prom committee. I remembered what Mr. Rivialle had told me and I don’t know if that was me acting stupid or me trying to prove him wrong or even both, but I got out my pen and wrote my name down…..and then Mina’s and Connie’s.  
  
so the list had now read  
  
Armin Arlert  
Thomas Wagner  
Sasha Blouse  
Mina Carolina  
Connie Springer  
____________  
____________  
____________  
____________  
____________  
  
The reason why no one was really eager to sign up for the prom committee it was a lot of work and pressure behind it, and for the most part Trost’s proms were really shitty sooo…  
  
Hopefully they wouldn’t mind.  
  
I then waited for everyone at the entrance to the student parking lot.

  
“ Hey my little potato spud, Armin is going to join us cause he literally has no one now since he secluded himself to his girlfriend and her friends.”  
  
“I’m right here, Connie”  
  
“Oh right, sorry.  The two other friends he had decided not to show up to school”  
  
“It’s alright. By the way, I really appreciate what you and Mina did.”  
  
“Yeah, no problem bud. So uhh what did Mina and I do exactly?”  
  
“You know, sign up for the prom committee? I really appreciate it. No one ever signs up for this so I just happ-“  
  
“Armin, what the shit? Have you met me? Do I look like I’m prom committee material? I’m a fuckin drug dealer for Christ sake. I push drugs in schools, not fundraisers.”  
  
“Then who put your name on the-“  
  
“Mr. Smith just came up to me and told me that he’s proud I’m showing initiative this year. I told him I too was surprised I went to all my class and he laughed at me. He then went on to inform me that my name was on the prom committee list? I don’t know where Thomas got the idea I was down for that commitment?”  
  
Thomas then made his way down the stairs, except he wasn’t wearing any shoes.  
  
“So did you just wake up this morning and think “Hey, why don’t I fuck up Mina, Connie’s and Sasha’s year and signing ‘em up for the prom committee”?”  
  
“Woah, okay. That makes sense, I mean I didn’t do it but I was really confused as to why your names were on the list”  
  
“Where are your shoes, Thomas?”  
  
“I don’t wanna talk about it right now, Armin.”  
  
“It was me….I uh…signed us up. I thought it would be a good way for us to spend some time together and do something  
  
“We are going on a date this Friday isn’t that enough?”  
  
“Look, I’ll just white out the names okay? Sorry that I wanted to accomplish something”  
  
“Sasha what’s wrong? You seem a bit off”  
  
I explained what happened today in Art and everyone had begun to understand why Mr. Rivialle was one of the most disliked teachers in Trost.  
  
“I say we egg his house” Connie said.  
  
“Shut up, no. We aren’t gunna do that, besides how has Mr. Smith not fired his ass?” Mina asked.  
  
“Can principles even fire people?” Thomas replied.  
  
“Look it doesn’t matter. I’ll just deal with it. Sorry for signing you guys up.”  
  
Connie then leaned in to kiss me on the cheek, and held my hand.  
  
“Well I’m not sorry that I’m so into you that I’m gunna join the prom committee.”  
  
“Fine, I guess I’ll join too, not like I have a choice anyway. Let’s just get into the van before you sign me up for the knitting club” Mina grumbled.  
  
“No but seriously, Thomas where are your shoes?” Armin asked.  
  
“Someone took them in boys change room.” Thomas said bashfully.  
  
“Thank god” I said.  
  
“I wasn’t really feeling the Birkenstock’s.” 

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> Song Of The Chapter: Peter Bjorn and John- Nothing To Worry About

**Author's Note:**

> Song of The Chapter: MGMT- Congratulations


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